OMG, Becky. . . Look At My Butt!

I know I wrote this once before, but thought it was worth mentioning again that -- from the time I first heard Sir Mixalot sing it up until sometime this year, I used to do whatever I could to hide myself (leave the dance floor, put it in a chair, etc.) whenever "Baby Got Back" was played! Don't get me wrong. I like that song as much as the next girl. . . it's just so freaking catchy. . . But, I thought that I'd just be INVITING people to notice my gigantic bee-hind, which was my most hated body part for as long as I can remember.

Well, guess what?

Things have changed during the past 2+ years.

They have changed A LOT.

OH. MY. G*D, Becky.

I kind of like my butt. And I can not lie.

Today for possibly the first time in my entire life. . . I wore an outfit on purpose that (gasp! shock!!) calls attention to my butt. Yup. I wore my new Hudson jeans with a sweater that did not hide the heinie.

Photographic evidence! (I wore my hair down though)

From the front

And the side. .

So Ladies (yeah!), Ladies (yeah!)

Do you wanna roll in my Mercedes (yeah!)

Then turn around

Stick it out

Even white boys got to shout

Baby got [a lot less] back!!